Luyện nghe bài hát Halftime (Butcher Remix)

Check me out y'all, Nasty Nas in your
About to mass hysteria

Before a blunt, I take out my
Then I start to front, of fact, I be on a manhunt
You catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer
That's like Malcolm X catching the Jungle
King poetic, too flavor, I'm major
Atlanta and braver, I pull a like a pager
Cause I'm am ace when I face the
40 side is the place is giving me grace
Now wait, dose and you might be dead
And I'm a head, I wear chains that excite the feds
And ain't' a thing gonna change
I'm a perform a strange show the mic wonder was the game?
Nas, why did you do it
You know you got the mad fat fluid when you rhyme, it's

It's

like that, you know it's like that
I got at him, now you get the mic back
When I attack, there ain't an army that strike back
So I never calmly on a hype track
I set it off wit my own
Cause I'm as ill as a who kills for phone time
I'm max like cassettes, I flex sex
In your stereo sets, Nas will wreck
I to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive
I was young, I was a fan of the Jackson 5
I drop jewels, jewels to never run it
Wit more than a baby in a mother's stomach
Nas has to rise, kid, surprise
This is exercise til the dies
in '83, I was an MC sparking
But I was too to grab the mic's in the park and
Kick my little raps 'cause I niggas wouldn't understand
And now in every jam I'm the man
I rap in front of more than in the slave ships
I used to watch C.H.I.P.S, now I glock clips
I got to have it, I Mr Magic
Versatile, my style like a fagot
But not a bisexual, I'm an
Of rap, I'm a and that's no question, yo
These are the lyrics of the man, you near it, understand
in the streets, I'm well known like the number man
In my wit the bass and format
Explore rap and me Nas ain't all that
And next time I rhyme, I be whenever I freestyle
I see trial say I'm wow
I hate a biter's rhyme
tuned, Nas, soon the real rap comes at halftime

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I got it going on, even 'em on this song
Every afternoon, I kick half the
And in the darkness, I'm heartless when the narcs hit
Word to Marcus Garvey or heartless
'cause when I blast the herb, that's my
I be slaying them fast, this, that in the third
But chill, past the and let's lay
I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a
Putting on 5-0
Cause when it's my to go, I wait for God wit the fo-fo
And biters can't near
And yo, go to to the foul cop who shot Garcia
I won't seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed
That's extra Phillie change, more cash for that
This out to Manhattan, the island of Staten
Brooklyn, Queens is fat and
The Boogie Down, props, enough clout
will, rest in peace, yo, I'm out

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